Dont have no penthouse in dallas
No beach house in Malibu
Guess Im not livin the good life
Like were all supposed to do
All I gots this little trailer
In the corner of my fancy sandy lot
And Im getting really tired
Of hearing who I oughta be
Hearing who Im not
Gotta get away, gotta get away
I dont want to feel like this
Want to be like this
Take what we can and run away
Gotta get away gotta get away yea
They tell you youre too skinny
Tellin you youre too fat
Say you gotta have this thing, say you gotta buy that
Been drinking too much coffee
Drinking way too much beer
Sittin on this old couch watching free tv
Tryin to find a way now to break on out of here
Gotta get away, gotta get away
I dont want to feel like this
Want to be like this
Take what we can and run away
Gotta get away gotta get away yea
Thumbs up, thumbs down
Thats the rule that were livin by now
One day youre in, the next day youre not
One day youre cold, the next year youre hot
Gotta be sexy gotta come in first
Read it in the magazines, its only getting worse

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